The evening air was charged with anticipation as we strolled casually down the street. “Sure, we can head back to my place—I think I have a bottle of wine,” I said casually, though my arousal was impossible to conceal. She noticed immediately, her fingers reaching over to grasp my hand, guiding it slowly to press against the soft curve of her perfect ass. Holding it there possessively, she leaned in close and whispered, “Your turn when we get home.” A flush of heat spread across my face, and I smiled, leaning in to kiss her again. She turned her cheek instead, softly saying, “Not yet.”
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We rounded the corner and entered my building. My heart pounded loudly in my chest, and I struggled to input my door code, fumbling on the first two attempts. Once inside, she grinned and called out, “One more shot, Sam—tequila. The good stuff.” I practically sprinted to grab the bottle. Turning back, I caught her sliding her shirt off, revealing her flawless, round, perky D cups outlined in black lace. The sight made me almost drop the shots.
She leaned down, resting a hand on my thigh as I sank onto the couch. “Cheers,” she said, planting a kiss on my cheek while deftly unbuttoning my pants. My mind raced—this was it. I was about to be with this breathtaking woman. But then she pulled out my cock, a modest three inches, pulsing hard. I thought I heard a faint giggle before she pressed her body against me, her breasts brushing my arm as she whispered, “Jerk off for me. Show me what that little thing can do, Sam.”
Surprised, I met her dark eyes. “You heard me,” she said firmly. “I see your little guy, and you saw what I had earlier. Stroke it for me. Right now.” Without hesitation, I obeyed, stroking frantically as she laughed and sweetly taunted, “That’s right, baby—I want you to cum on these tits. He cums in my mouth and in my pussy; you get your hand.” Accelerating, I climaxed suddenly, filling her stomach and chest.
She laughed and teased, “That was quicker than I thought, Sam. But cute.” My cheeks burned with embarrassment. She added with a wicked grin, “Honestly, I expected more after the bar—you seemed excited. I’m a little disappointed.” I turned pale; I was supposed to be the one pleasing her, not be the butt of her joke. Then she delivered her final test, a command to prove my obedience.
“Come clean it. Right now. Don’t miss a drop.” I did as instructed, mesmerized by her dominance. She caressed my head as I licked my own release from her flawless skin. “Good boy,” she whispered, “I have a gift for you when you’re done.”
I meticulously cleaned every inch, starting from her smooth stomach upward, tongue exploring her belly button to scoop out the pooled fluid. At last, I reached her perfect D cups, where she unclipped her bra, letting her perky breasts spill free. She guided my head, pressing her tits against my mouth as I lavished attention, nibbling gently on each nipple before sucking them clean.
When finished, she kissed my forehead tenderly. “Good boy. Lie down.” I obeyed, lying in the center of the floor. She sashayed across the room, the sway of her flawless ass accentuated by tight black panties. Retrieving a black bullet vibrator from her purse, she positioned her shins on my shoulders and pinned me in place, smothering my face with her dripping core.
My tongue circled her clit, starting with tantalizingly light brushes, gradually firming the strokes into tight circles. Each flick elicited a soft moan. “Mmm, Sam—I knew you’d be good for something,” she murmured, growing wetter with every moment. “Ah, Sam… oh fuck,” she gasped as I plunged my tongue deep and she activated the vibrator. “I’m gonna… oh my god,” she screamed, releasing with intensity that pressed her full weight onto me. My nose pressed firmly against her ass as she came hard, riding out the waves atop my face. Noticing my renewed hardness, she ruffled my hair playfully.
“Good boy,” she purred. “You’ve got serious skills with your tongue. And it looks like your little guy’s excited again. But you know I can’t let you fuck me, right? You’re too small, Sam.” Her fingers wrapped around my throbbing cock, teasing it with deliberate strokes. “Here’s the deal: I keep my fuck buddies, and you get to meet all of them. In exchange, you keep eating my pussy whenever you want. Sound good? You’ll be my boyfriend—taking me on dates, sharing these moments. But when I need real cock, I call on my fuck buddies.” She quickened the pace, bringing me to the brink again, then slowed, tracing the tip with teasing patience. “Does that sound good? I won’t let you finish until you say yes.”
“Yes! Elizabeth, yes please—I want it. You’re so fucking hot—please let me finish,” I begged. She resumed, smiling wickedly. “Good, because I’m horny now. Text Jared; my messages are open. The code is 6613—tell him he’s coming over tomorrow.” She leaned down, taking all three inches into her mouth, and I exploded instantly. She held every pathetic drop as I texted Jared.
“Hi Jared, this is Sam. Could you come over tomorrow to hang out with Elizabeth and me? I’ll bring drinks—just let me know what you want. Address is… maybe seven o’clock?” She read my message aloud, then kissed me deeply, forcing me to swallow the mixture she still held in her mouth.
“We’re going to have some fun, Sam,” she whispered, handing me my phone to send a picture she took of me eating her pussy. “Getting ready for tomorrow, baby. He’s excited too.” She hit send and rode my face for twenty more minutes until she came again, fully satisfied. Then she leaned down to kiss me softly.
“Alright, Sam, let’s get some sleep. Big day tomorrow, huh?” she teased, shedding her clothes completely and sliding into bed. I joined her, my face still glistening from our intimate session. I curled behind her, spooning her as she gave one last wiggle of her perfect ass before drifting off into a contented sleep.
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